hungry, so intensely does he work. An' I take a can of milk out to him. He loves milk, he says, that's why he insisted on getting a cow for the place. It's nice to have, too. Now I have fresh cream, butter and cheese. We've also more than a hundred chickens. I tend to them myself. I like to feed them. It's lots of fun. And it's great to have eggs and milk to use in cooking. He's sent over plenty of everything for me. I don't know why he should go to such trouble."
"It's a matter o' business," declared Samuel Gage.
Linda shook her head and smiled. "That's what you both say always. You say it too much. A man doesn't throw his whole heart and soul into a thing that is merely business."
"Well, 'e loves the soil," said Samuel.
"Perhaps so," she mused, "but he doesn't have to work that hard for me. There's plenty of other farms, you know."
"Don't forget," murmured Samuel, "'e knew Enoch. Reckon that 'as a bit to do with his 'thusiasm an' love fer this yere farm."
